I needed this, for as long as I could get it. I'd give up everything if it meant more time with Owen. I sat up on my knees and roped my arms around his waist. "It's my onlypriority."
Owen's gaze darkened as he stared at my mouth. His palm cracked over my ass, and as I yelped in surprise, he said, "Go get inourbed."
I'd never chased after a man before, but when Owen marched down the hall, his erection slapping against his belly loud and proud, I wasn't ashamed to say I power-walked myself right afterhim.
"Get comfortable," Owen ordered, pointing to the bed. He was digging in a bureau drawer, his back to me. I turned down the blankets and slipped between the sheets, but I couldn't tear my eyes off his body. His shoulders were like a mountainrange.
"What are you doing?" I whined. I was losing my mind watching him like this, the muscles in his ass flexing every time he shifted on his feet. It was like watching two puppies wrestling under a blanket. My legs parted and my hand went to my erection. I needed somerelief.
"Looking for the good lube," he replied. "I figure you're worthit."
I kicked the sheets off. Too hot, too much. "You better believe I'm worthit."
"This drawer is a mess," Owen grumbled. "I can't believe I let it get thisbad."
"I can't believe you're talking about messy drawers right now," I complained. "Iamnaked."
Owen shifted, his eyes glazing over when he caught sight of me in the center of his bed, cock in hand. "That you are," he murmured. "And what a sight you are, my littleprince."
I blinked, and then I noticed it. In one hand, Owen held three dildos. In the other, two metal butt plugs of differing sizes. "Umm. What the hell are we doing with all that?" Iasked.
He glanced down at his hands, his eyes widening as he assessed the toys. "Nothing," he replied with a laugh. He dumped them back in the drawer and then slammed it shut. "We'll play with those some othertime."
I gulped. "Wewill?"
"If you want." Owen yanked open the top drawer on the bedside table. "There it is," he said to himself. He tossed a bottle of lube to the bed and climbed up beside me. "I really need to organize thisstuff."
"You have a lot of toys," I said, dragging my fingertips down his chest. "A lotoftoys."
"Does that interest you?" He smiled when I nodded in response. "Good. Now, get your hands off that dick. It'smine."
Owen nestled between my legs and pushed my thighs back. I watched while he poured lube into his palm, and slicked his fingers and my crease. Cool liquid between my legs had me tensing back a shiver. I gasped, clenching as his fingers pressed into me, cold andthick.
"Relax, baby," he murmured. "You want this,right?"
And yeah, I did. I really fucking did, and I breathed through the pressure as Owen stretched me. His touch was firm but careful, and he was always asking what I needed. He had half his arm up my ass but he was respectful aboutit.
Fuck.This man. I was damn lucky to get lost in his cove…and then hisbed.
I was in love with his fingers. It was just crazy, filthy love with those fingers. I could live out the rest of my days with nothing more than the sexual torment this man brought to me, and I would becontent.
Correction: Iwascontent. I needed nothingmore.
"If you're gonna leak all over the place," Owen started, dragging his chin up my throbbing length, "I'm gonna have to lick youclean."
"You should," I replied. "It's yourfault."
"And I'm happy to take responsibility," Owen said,laughing.
He swirled his tongue over the spot of arousal on my belly, and then took my cock in his mouth. He sucked and stroked in a slow, steady rhythm that had me moaning like afoghorn.
"Need to fuck you," he whispered against mythigh.
I nodded in response. I wanted that too, but there was no reason to rush. My cock couldn't get any harder. It wasn't possible. And I was wrong; therewasreason to rush and it had a lot to do with the orgasm winding its way down my spine. His teeth nipped at my inner thigh, and I was damn near floating when he bit down while his fingers circled myprostate.
"Oh my hell yes please," Icried.
Owen chuckled as he reached for the lube he'd left near my shoulder. He nudged my thighs open as his slippery fingers found my prostate again, and a hungry, desperate cry caught in my throat. "Get inside me," I growled. "Give it to me. Don't make me waitanymore."
